MichaudBlaine's Poetry & Prose As it Comes: Grinding to a Halt

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Grinding to a Halt

The day sstarted early. The sun wasn't up Birds still sleep not a peep to be heard. I groaned as I listened to the 3rd level of of alarm clock sayings to get out of bed. I drug to the kitchen Coffee for to make Got a clean clear glass of ice water with which to awake and open the day. Twas time to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poems come to me all the time. It may be started as I notice the leaves scuttering down the street on a cold fall day or something else much deeper

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